Ping 2020 Pong
She has no poems
for a polarized raged world
watching from the fence
She has no poems
for a polarized raged world
watching from the fence
Scanty branches wave
dropping leaves of crimson death
on autumn’s cold bed
Monarch like leaves fall
drifting in silence to die
with morning’s crisp frost
Crow caws pierce silence
letting sleepers realize
they’re missing sunrise
Kiss of Jupiter
from the sun’s eclipse to moon
to Saturn’s embrace
Birds tell her stories
like morning philanderers
feathered pillow talk
Leaves of deep henna
deck branches like fire and spark
off to browning earth
Southwest autumn sun
warms the glacial desert night
as she beats the sand
Long bony fingers
tasseled with lavish palm fronds
cheer the horizon
Waking, the loud hum
like racing through a tunnel
yet faint, feels like home